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 Andorra and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 clarinet 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.