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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.