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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Monks,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
MC5,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.