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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.