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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Wire,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Flipper,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.