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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers 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?
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.