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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.