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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.