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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Cluster,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.