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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.