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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu 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?
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.