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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Parry Music to the crunk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Brick,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.