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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Index to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.