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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Royal Trux to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Dark Day,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.