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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.