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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.