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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 H. Thieme 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.