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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Clear Light,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.