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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the rap 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Can,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.