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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.