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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.