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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.