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 Portugal and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
ABC,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.