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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Television,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.