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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Smog,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Interpol,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.