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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.