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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the grime 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.