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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.