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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.