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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.