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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
David Bowie,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.