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 States and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Dawn Penn to the rock 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.