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 China and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.