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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.