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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Brick,
cv313,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.