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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Can,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.