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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Fall 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 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.