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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.