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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.