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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Faust,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.