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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Godley & Creme to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.