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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Saints 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.