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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.