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 France and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.