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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.