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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.