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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 ABC 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Lalann,
Excepter,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.