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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.