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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 X-102 to the rock 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.