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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
MDC,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.