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 New Zealand 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.