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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Magazine,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
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.