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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
The Cramps,
ABC,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.