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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.