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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
The Index,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.