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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.