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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.