Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.