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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Index,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.