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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Essential Logic 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.