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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
CMW,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.