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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.