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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.