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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Ituana,
Nas,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.