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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.