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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.