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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.