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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 J.B.'s to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.