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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.