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 Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.