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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.