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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.