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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.