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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.