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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Severed Heads to the funk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.