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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.