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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Donald Byrd 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.