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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.