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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
The Wake,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.