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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Mars,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
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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.