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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.