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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Bad Manners 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.