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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.