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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Japan,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.