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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.