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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Index,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.