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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Angels of Light to the rap 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.