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 St Lucia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.