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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.