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 Armenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.