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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Kayak 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.