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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.