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 China and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.