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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.