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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
The Litter,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.