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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.