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 Moldova 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Country Teasers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.