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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.