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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.