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 Tunisia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Mars,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.