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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.