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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Cluster to the disco 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.