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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.