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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
The Wake,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.