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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.