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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Connie Case to the dance 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
MC5,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.