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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Cluster,
The Index,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
MDC,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.