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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
CMW,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Smog,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.