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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.