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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Smog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.