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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.