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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.