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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.