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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
JFA,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
The Busters,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.