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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.