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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.