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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.