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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Flipper,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.