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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Easy Going to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.