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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.