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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.