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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Rapeman 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.