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 Algeria and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Babytalk to the techno 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.