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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.