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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.