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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.