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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.