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 Mexico 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.