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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.