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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.