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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Slave,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.