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 Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 guitar 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 E-Dancer to the grime 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Gong,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Quantec,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.