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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.