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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.