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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.