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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the disco 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.