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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.