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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.