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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.