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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Procol Harum 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.