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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Charles Mingus,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.