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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monks,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.