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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.