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 Brunei 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.