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 Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.