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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.