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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.