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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.