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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doors to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.