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 Morocco 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.