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 Libya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Whodini,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.