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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.