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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Oneida to the dance 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.