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 Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.