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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.