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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.