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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Niagra,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.