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 Bahrain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.