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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Franke,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.