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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Arcadia,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.