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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.