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 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.