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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.