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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.