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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.