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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.