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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.