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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Divine Comedy to the disco 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
The Remains,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.