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 Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.