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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.