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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Searchers to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
DNA,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
The Fall,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.