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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.