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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.