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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.