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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.