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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.