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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.