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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Black Bananas 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
UT,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.