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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.