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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.