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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
UT,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.