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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.