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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Gong,
The Index,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.