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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.