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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Walker Brothers 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.