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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.