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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Suicide,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
JFA,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.