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 Benin and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.