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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.