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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Black Pus to the funk 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 The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.