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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.