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 Canada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 güiro 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.