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 Togo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rekid to the rock 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.