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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
The Busters,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.