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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
The Standells,
X-101,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.