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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.