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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.