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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Scrapy,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.