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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.