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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.