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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby 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?
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.