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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.