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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.