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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Hoover to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.