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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.