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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.