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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Pagans,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.