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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the disco 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.