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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.