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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.