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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.