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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.