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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.