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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.