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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.