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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.