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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Audionom to the crunk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.