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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
PIL,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.