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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.