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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.