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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.