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 Lebanon 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.