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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band 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?
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Pole,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.