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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Josef K,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.