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 Grenada and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.