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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.