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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.