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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 New Order 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Mars,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
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.