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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.