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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.