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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Wire,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.