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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
cv313,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.