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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.