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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.