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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.