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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.