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 Tanzania 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.