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 Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.