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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 The Kinks 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.