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 Comoros and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.