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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.