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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.