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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Ponytail to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Names 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 punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.