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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Five Americans to the funk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.