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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.