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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.