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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.