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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Mojo Men to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.