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 Armenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Crime,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.