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 Peru and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.