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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 punk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.