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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Urselle to the funk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.