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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.