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 Serbia and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.