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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.