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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.