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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.