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 Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.