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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.