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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the dance 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.