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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.