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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.