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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Crooked Eye to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.