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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Audionom to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
JFA,
DNA,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
ABC,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.