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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Skarface,
Suicide,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.