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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.