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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.