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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.