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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Easy Going 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.