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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.