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 Bolivia and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.