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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.