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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Soft Machine 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Smog,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.