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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
X-101,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.