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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Slave,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.