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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.