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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Scion,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.