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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.