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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.