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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.