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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.