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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.