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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Swans,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.