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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.