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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
MDC,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.