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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.