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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Main Source,
The Human League,
UT,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Q65,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.