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 Guinea 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
The Names,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.