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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
AZ,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.