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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalann to the rap 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.