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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.