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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.