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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.