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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 10cc 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.