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 Romania and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.