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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.