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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.