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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.