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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.