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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.