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 Haiti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
DNA,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.