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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.