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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Can to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.