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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.