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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.