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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.