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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.