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 India and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.