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 Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Fluxion,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.