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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.