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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
cv313,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.