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 Netherlands and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.