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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Motorama,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.