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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.