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 Finland and from Mumbai.
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 Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Residents,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Can,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.