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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.