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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.