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 Mali and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
MDC,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.