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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.