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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.