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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 The Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
UT,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.