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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.