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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.