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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.