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 Thailand and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.