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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.