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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.