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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.