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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.