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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.