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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.