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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.