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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.