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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.