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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.