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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
X-102,
Yaz,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.