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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.