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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.