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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.