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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul 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?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.