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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.