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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bad Manners to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Interpol,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.