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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.