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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
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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.