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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.