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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Index,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.