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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
DNA,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.