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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.