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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Lakeside to the funk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.