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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.