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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.