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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Funkadelic 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.