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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.