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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Wings,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.