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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.