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 Cuba 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.