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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.