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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Smog,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.