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 Comoros 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
The Invisible,
Gong,
10cc,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.