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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Whodini 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.