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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Al Stewart to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Gong,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.