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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the grunge 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.