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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.