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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.