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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Pole,
Scan 7,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.