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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.