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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.