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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fortunes to the jazz 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.