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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Delta 5 to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.