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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
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 linndrum 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.