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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.