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 Mali and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Average White Band to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.