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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.