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 Australia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.