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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.