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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
The Index,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.