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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.