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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin 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 Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Television,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.