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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats 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 funk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.