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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.