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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the rock 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.