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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Holt to the funk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Nico,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.