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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.