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 Iraq and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.