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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.