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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.