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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Wings,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Interpol,
X-102,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.