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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.