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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 organ 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 Music Machine to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
JFA,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.