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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.