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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.