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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 spring reverb 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
The Happenings,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.