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 Serbia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.