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 Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Can,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.