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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.