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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.