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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.