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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.