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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.