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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.