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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.