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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.