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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.