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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
The Move,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.