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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Jandek,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.