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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.