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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Association to the dance 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.