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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.