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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.