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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.