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 Iran 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 Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
X-101,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.