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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 marimba 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Index,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.