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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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-101. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.