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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.