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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.