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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Qualms to the crunk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Can,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.