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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse 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?
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.