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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Tremeloes to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.