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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nas 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.