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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.