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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Slave,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.