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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
ABBA,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.