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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.