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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.