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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.