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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alphaville 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.