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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.