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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.