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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.