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 Canada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Guru Guru to the rock 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.