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 Chile and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 T. Rex to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.