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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.