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 Croatia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.