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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.