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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.