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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Nico,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.