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 Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.