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 Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 marimba 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Brick,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.