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 Turkmenistan 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.