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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
10cc,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.