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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 This Heat to the rock 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.