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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Christs to the rock 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.