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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.