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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.