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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 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 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.