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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
DNA,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.