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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.