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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.