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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mars to the jazz 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.