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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.