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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.