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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.