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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Crime,
EPMD,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.