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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Arcadia,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.