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 Oman and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
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.