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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Ossler,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.