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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.