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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.