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 Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.