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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Can,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.