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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.