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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.