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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.