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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.