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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.