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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.