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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 The United States of America to the crunk 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.