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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.