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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
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,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.