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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Can,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.