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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Japan,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.