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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
The Index,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.