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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 guitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.