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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
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.