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 Germany and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.