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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the rock 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.