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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Gong,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.