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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Q and Not U to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators 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?
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.