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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Golliwogs to the rap 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.