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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.