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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.