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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Human League,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Visage,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.