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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.