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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 The Real Kids to the rap 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.