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 Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.