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 Oman and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Model 500,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.