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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 theremin 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.