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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.