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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.