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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Pole,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.