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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.