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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.