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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Dennis Brown 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Franke,
Pylon,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.