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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.