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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.