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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.