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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 grunge 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Saints 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Television,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
a-ha,
DNA,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.