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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Christie. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.