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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.