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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.