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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.