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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Monks,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.