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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.