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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Winnipeg and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Real Kids to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.