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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.