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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Television,
Adolescents,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.