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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.