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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.