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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.