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 Ghana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sandy B,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.