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 Ireland and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.