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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
UT,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.